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that. You see, I may not have been
a bright, shining star in my law school class, but I wasn’t
stupid either. I’m going to Connover and Crown not because
Lorraine had to beg on my behalf but rather because I have a case.
No, not just a case… an immensely fucking great case. A
case that is worth millions, along with a client that thinks the sun
rises and sets upon me. Lorraine can’t kick me to the curb
because the case will go with me, and frankly… I’m
betting that one case is why I’m employed at Connover and
Crown.
    I’m thankful
to have a job, and I’ll have to see how these circumstances pan
out. But for now, I am extremely late thanks to hitting my snooze
button five times in a row this morning. After my meeting with
Lorraine, I came back to the apartment and crawled into bed, sleeping
the rest of the day and night away. I barely had time this morning to
wrap my wet hair in a severe bun and Google the directions to my new
place of employment.
    As soon as the
elevator opens on the twenty-firstfloor, I practically run into the lobby, causing my
heels to skid to an ungraceful stop in front of the receptionist. The
platinum-blonde ice princess behind the mahogany desk gives me a
snotty once over, and says, “Your shirt is buttoned up wrong.”
    Looking down, I say,
“Oh shit,” and hastily refasten my blouse, thankful that
no one else is in the lobby.
    When I’m
presentable, she says, “You must be McKayla Dawson. The meeting
is already underway. Mr. Connover is not going to be happy you’re
late. He’s a perfectionist when it comes to that stuff.”
    As if to accentuate
her message, she snaps her chewing gum in her mouth and flattens her
lips in a disdainful grimace.
    I don’t have
time for this shit, I’m already irritated I’m late, and
it’s completely my fault. So, of course, I take it out on her.
“Look, Blondie. I’m not one to take shit from anyone,
especially not a rude, gum-smacking receptionist. Have a care you
don’t cross me.”
    Blondie’s eyes
go wide and moisten, a fresh sheen of tears pooling.
    Oh, fuck. I
made her cry, and now I feel like crap. This day could not get any
worse.
    “Look…
I’m sorry,” I tell her sincerely, because I have never
been able to carry off rude and mean before. “I’m having
a bad morning, and I took it out on you. I’m really, really
sorry.”
    I expect her to dash
the tears away and sneer at my regretfulness, but instead, she gives
me a small smile. “No, I’m sorry. I was rude and well…
I don’t even have an excuse. You called me on it. Good for
you.”
    Cocking my head at
her in curiosity, I stick out my hand. “What’s your name?
You already know I’m McKayla, but my friends call me Mac.”
    She shakes my hand
and says, “I’m Bea. Now, hurry down that hall there and
take the third door on the right. Oh, and tell Mr. Connover that the
train was running late, and you’ll be just fine.”
    Giving her a grin, I
head down the hall. “Thanks,” I call out as an
afterthought, and she shoots me a wave.
    When I reach the
door she directed me to, I hitch my briefcase satchel over my
shoulder and smooth down my skirt. Taking a deep breath, I give a
light knock and then open the conference room door.
    My eyes immediately
lock with Lorraine’s, who is sitting on one side of the long,
oval table. She glares at me in anger due to my tardiness.
    “I’m so
sorry I’m late,” I apologize. “I—the train
was running late this morning. Always seems to happen on Monday.”
    Lorraine’s
anger doesn’t diminish, and it is with a clipped tone that she
says, “Then may I suggest you leave earlier on Mondays.
McKayla… this is your new boss, Matthew Connover.”
    Not needing another
second of Lorraine’s vicious gaze, I pull my eyes up to the man
sitting at the end of the table.
    Brown hair…
golden eyes… sensuous lips that deliver orgasms upon contact,
now set in a surprised grimace on his face.
    Holy fuck!
    It’s Number
134.

Matt